Michael; Behind the Glass

Chapter 4: Not everything is what is expected

I smile to myself as I see my new acquainted friend smile with joy as I accept his invitation to the after party. The only problem, was that I really didn't want to go. I didn't feel like partying and I didn't know Michael well enough to spend time with him. I frown a little as I hate to break the news to him. I knew that Dave would not be happy as he'd probably see it as a bad business deal, but I didn't care. I was going to do what I wanted to do; after all it's my life not his.

"But, I'm kind of busy tonight." I continue, seeing Michael's face drop in shock as I go on to decline his offer. It was as if nobody had ever said no to him before. I roll my eyes at his reaction.

"Oh" Michael replies, in disappointment. His face expressing the words that he did not let slip out of his mouth.

"Sorry, Michael." I try to say in a sympathetic tone of voice. "I'm a very busy lady" I say, almost in a teasing and mysterious way.

"It's okay, I understand." He replies bluntly, not letting much more of his emotions spill out. I watch as his teeth bite down onto his bottom lip.

"Anyway, I really should be heading off now. It was lovely to meet you Michael" I say, smiling at him. He tried not to show it but I could tell that he was annoyed. I place my heels back on and walk over to him giving him a quick hug, rubbing his back a little. His arms clung around my torso, tightly. More tightly than I would have expected. Tonight was definitely a night to remember, it's not everyday Michael Jackson plays a prank on you and hugs you.

I finally pull away from his embrace and smile politely at him. "Michaela, wait!" He shouts as I begin to make my way out of the building. I turn around and look in his direction. "At least let me escort you out of the building" he says being very gentlemanly. "Frank, make sure Miss Rose has a car out back" he orders his manager who then nods. I roll my eyes as everybody seemed to be at his beck and call, like he was some kind of King. I didn't really get it, I mean sure he was an awesome entertainer but it wasn't as if he wasn't human.

Michael walks up to me, holding his arm out for me to link. I comply, linking his arm. "So, did you enjoy the show?" He asks, as we begin to walk towards the exit. I watch carefully where we are going as we walk outside. "It was amazing. You're a good performer" I say, being careful with my use of adjectives to describe him as I didn't want to let too much of my affection for him spill out as he already seemed to have enough people to suck his ass.

He was about to reply to me before we got absolutely swarmed in people, cameras were flashing everywhere, with people asking questions about who I was and my relationship with Michael. I begin to run out of pure fear that I was going to get crushed, I pace straight ahead and into the car, Michael also jumping in behind me, quickly shutting the door behind him. I raise my eyebrows as if to ask him why he also got in the car with me. "I couldn't go back out there, I would have died" he says and chuckles to himself. I also laugh and shake my head at him. "I'll have to go to the after party once you've been dropped off at your house" he says. I frown a little bit thinking to myself that he knew he was going to get bombarded with people and that it was his plan all along so he could spend a little more time with me on the journey home.

The car begins to speed off away from all the paparazzi. Surely he must have known that being Michael Jackson you can't just go anywhere without people crowding around you. "Was it your idea to bring me up on stage?" I ask bluntly, breaking the silence. He instantly looks up at me and smiles. "Ohh no, security always pick a girl at random at every concert" he responds making me raise my eyebrows at his extremely believable story. "But I knew who you were when they brought you on stage and I wanted to talk to you so I told them that I'd like to talk to you afterwards" he says and shrugs casually. "Oh right" I reply, not buying his story.

"Well, I had a good night. So thank you" I reply and before I know it the car pulls up outside of my house. "Enjoy your after party" I say and smile warmly at him, however not hugging him again.